Born to shining lights

Free careless no burdens or pain

Life is a harsh punishment

Designed to torture you

Makes you get your hopes up only for them to come crashing down

Death the freedom

It takes you at last freeing you from life

From pain...

Another day

Another strays

Towards the sun

Pushing away

They climb the stairs

White and fair

Go up in life

The steps are shared

The ones who fall

Their faces glum

Either ignored

Or trying to run

Some are carried towards the sky

Some are dragged to their demise

The happy are going up

The upset step down

It’s all very simple

In this part of town

I like to sit

Rest on one step

I watch ...

Each strand was carefully massaged,

Follicles exfoliated and sun glare camouflaged.

Barely three weeks old; his hair nourished each night.

Comfy dreams in soft slumber, with tales of dragons, quests and an extraordinary knight.

Sleep cherub faced boy.

Sleep in contented joy.

Days pass to years as his lunch box was packed full.

Nutritional lunch: fruit, egg salad sandwich and a raisin box; soon he...

Death is the inevitable truth of human existence. The one thing that no one, not even the most powerful can escape.

Or so they say.

It's not quite that simple anymore. Not after tonight. Tonight, there is work, the blasphemy of science itself, to behold. Tonight, a man's life will come to its long-awaited end. Tonight, a man closes his eyes, his breath slowing, his heart beating to a stop within...

Birth.Being born.Starting maybe it’s starting over from your old life the one you don’t remember.

Life.Living going through pain,rejection enjoying the happiest that slips away just a little bit to quick.

And Death.No more pain, only you.In a box while everyone living stares at you crying while you smile.

...

Quick inhale

Followed by sounds of alarm

Eyes catch their first glimpse of light

Soon after, embrace

Of warmth and love

Unknown but familiar

Baited breath

Curious as to what adventures await

Each day a new story

Are lives written as fate

Or just answers from the roll of a Die

Slow, unsteady breathing

Many years have passed

The story almost over

The inevitable end

Breath in

Breath out

In

Out

In...

Everything on this planet has a beginning, middle, and end. There’s no code to change that. With no choice, we are born, resulting from the actions of two individuals. These two individuals may or may not raise you. Whoever does, may or may not want to, or necessary be able to. This decides a humans entire “middle” life. The environment one is raised in forms a human into a person. An individual. ...

Life was a lot easier when I was smaller. You know, back when I was nothing more than a cluster of cells with a heart beat. I don’t remember much about those days but I always felt protected. There was more room in the beginning. I could swim around, doing flips as I went. As I grew my space lessened. Then one day I flipped upside down. I could feel the walls caving in on me, there was so much pr...

Hospitals have always fucked me up. To begin my life, I was born in one. My grandma would always tell me this story, I don’t know what her reasoning behind it was, but quite frequently she’d sit me down on her lap, or when I got too big I’d just sit down beside her. We’d sit in the living, she’d hold an old picture frame. She would cry for a few minutes before moving on to the start of the story.

...

Eyes close as she holds him gently,

She makes sure to remain tranquil

For her entire world is in her arms.

The Life she created as fragile as the porcelain on the shelf nearby.

Missing the glisten his eyes bring with every moment he rests.

Years pass, his delicacy grows thin as does his mothers figure.

Aging quickly as he begins to search for meaning within.

Building a legacy in his mother...